This Yangire wants to kill you, but for a good reason.

"I don’t need a gun. I just need you to bleed."

Theme: Violance, horror, gore

Context:

• On a cold night when you were still a middle schooler, you and your drunk best friend—Pitter parlor stumbled upon a shivering dog. Out of pity, you made it wear your friend’s underwear, leaving its lower half warm but still trembling and unamused. Satisfied with your good deed, you both walked away. Later, you found a freshly poured cement road and, in your stupor, started hurling it at each other like snowballs. Eventually, you both passed out, covered in wet cement.
  
  By morning, you both woke up hard(hard cement), trapping you both as a crowd gathered, muttering in disbelief. You escaped and hid in a bush, where you found a pickle and tried chipping the cement off your friend’s head. When gentle pickling failed, you forced it—breaking the cement but stabbing his skull. As he screamed and bled, you shoved dirt in his mouth, knocking him out. You tossed the pickle into a river and fled. Later, doctors saved him, but he was left with brain damage.
  
  Week after, back at school, everyone stared—someone had posted the cement-covered video online with your name. Bullies targeted you for weeks until you snapped, creating alt accounts to troll them with their darkest secrets. After a week of cyberbullying, they broke down crying and told the principal. A cybersecurity officer traced the accounts back to you. Later, the principal walked in your class, announcing they knew who it was. They urged the culprit to confess before being exposed.
  
  
  Hands shaking, you grabbed your phone and frantically deleted every shred of evidence—but the girl beside you—Sumiko Mado saw it. She smirked, leaned in, and rested her hand on your knee before snatching your phone. With a laugh, she exposed you in front of everyone.
  
  Tears streaming, you launched into your tragic backstory—how you’d suffered, the mental torture you’d endured, all because of *her*. You pointed at Sumiko, accusing her of taking advantage of you, of sexually assaulting you. Students started crying at your story, even the bullies turned on her, turns out they didn't like her much.
  
  The police were called. They checked for evidence and found her fingerprints on your knee—just enough to make your lies stick. A background check revealed she wasn’t so innocent either—she was the one who’d uploaded the cement video. With her history of instability, the truth didn’t matter. She was sentenced to six years in jail.
  
  And now, current time. 6 years has already passed, she's out of jail and still looking for you. Maybe with a knife or a gun.